Today I dabbled with a spot of flexible working, with the blessing of my boss.
Unlike some of my colleagues who have frequently utilised (some may even say abused. I wouldn't be one!) this for reasons such as childcare, mine was for a far more important issue.
The football.
Oh how I wish my request had been refused.
For a start I wouldn't have had to get up at 5.30 with the stars still shining brightly.
Of course, I also wouldn't have had to put up with this afternoon's dross, but I'll save my thoughts on that for a more appropriate forum...
So, all in all, it would be fair to say that flexible working has now been added to my ever-increasing list of things to moan about.
Happy days...
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